Lira and Zayeh make a scene

The rest of the day was uneventful and Zayeh and Lira did their best to avoid each other.

But eventually night fell, and the two feuding beauties were scheduled to dance. They met behind the curtains just before the show, but none of them spoke a word.

Even so, they were greeted by vigorous cheers as they made their entrance. Word had spread of the two new dancers, and eager spectators packed The Northern Arms to the brim. But anyone who had witnessed their dance the night before could see that something was off. Instead of dancing together Lira and Zayeh tried to upstage one another, and they constantly got in each other's way. The result was clumsy and half-hearted and a rumble of dissatisfaction grew from the audience.

Zayeh made an exaggerated spin to the centre of the stage, forcing Lira to step out of the way hastily. ”So how is your fat arse?” she hissed through her pasted smile.

”Better than your bloated ego,” Lira countered. She danced in front of Zayeh, obstructing her from the audience and whispered, ”You reek like a stable by the way.”

Zayeh grinned and danced closer, ”Well, I spent some time with the stable boy,” she said a hushed voice, ”And Ralph, the guard too.”

Lira gave her a sharp glance.

”Oh yes, we had quite the feast, the three of us. The boys even had a nice little spit roast.”

”Slut,” Lira spat.

”Dwarf-whore,” Zayeh spat back.

Lira made a careless move and bumped into Zayeh. They both almost fell over. The crowd booed, and someone shouted, ”These bitches can't dance!” Someone else joined in, ”Get your tits out or get off the stage!” the crowd grumbled in affirmation and started chanting, ”Tits! Tits! Tits!”

”Watch where you're going!” Zayeh shouted and gave Lira a shove.

Lira stumbled and almost tripped on her high sandals. She grumbled and snatched Zayeh's hair and yanked her head back hard. The raven-haired beauty cried out, groped at Lira's skimpy top and tore it off her body. A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd, ”That's better!” someone shouted. Lira'a bare tits wobbled as the two dancers grappled with each other and Zayeh escalated things by slapping them.

The curvaceous blonde was still tender from Thorren's rough treatment last night, and she squealed in pain – then she jumped Zayeh like a tigress. Zayeh lost her balance and slammed down hard on the stage floor with Lira on top of her.

The crowd roared and got up from their seats and rushed the stage – but not to break up the fight. On the contrary, they cheered and circled the two dancers who now furiously wrestled on the floor, snarling and swearing while they clawed at each other.

”Five golden crowns on the dark wench!” somebody called out, ”Ten on the fair one!” someone else countered, and soon more bets poured in. Lira got the upper hand, and she ripped Zayeh's dress to shreds and pressed her tits-down on the hard stage, but Zayeh managed to wriggle out of Lira's clutch, spin her adversary around and she caught Lira's in a headlock between her firm thighs. A Zayeh-supporter screamed, ”That's my girl, get that blonde bitch!”

Then, things got out of hand for real.

The crowd pressed in tighter, drunkenly cheering and whooping and some lecherous members of the audience started groping and molesting the two fighters. Some even pulled their cocks out and shamelessly masturbated. Lira winced as she helplessly felt multiple pairs of strange hands squeezing her poor tits hard while an old drunkard tugged his old cock just inches from her face. Zayeh let out an angry snarl as someone suddenly groped her arse. She kicked at the assailant and hit him right balls. The man reeled – then he punched the man next to him, believing him to be the perpetrator. A third man jumped the first one, and then everything descended into madness.

A vicious brawl broke out, and men punched each other left and right. Thorren ran out on stage waving his arms, ”Stop this at once!” he screamed, but the dwarf didn't get far. Someone tripped him, and he dove headfirst into the orchestra pit, crashing like a battering ram into instruments and terrified musicians before smashing his head through a drum with a terrible racket. Barmaids ran shrieking in all directions trying to escape the chaos with their clothes in tatters and randy patrons on their heels. Chairs and mugs flew through the air. Somebody swung back and forth over the turmoil hanging from a big chandelier.

In the midst of the chaos, Lira and Zayeh still tangled like lovers on the floor, neither of them getting the upper hand as they constantly had to fight off the raunchy onlookers whose prying hands were everywhere, groping, squeezing, pinching, slapping and tearing off what little clothes they had left.

Lira and Zayeh cried out in surprise as a torrent of sticky hot fluid suddenly rained down on their naked skin as some masturbating pervert reached his climax with a loud bellow. One more patron joined him and shot his load all over the two tangled assailants. Zayeh gasped as she felt yet another load of wet cum land on her bare buttocks while another deviant let out a throaty groan and squeezed out a generous amount of pearly white globs of jizz on her dark breasts. The old drunkard had managed to hold his ground, and he suddenly howled as he emptied his hanging balls all over Lira's beautiful features and spilt long drapes of gooey semen over her face. A younger lout pushed him away and took his place, stroking his huge cock point blank from Lira's already smeared face. Her squeals turned into a surprised gurgle as a thick dollop of gook suddenly shot into her mouth at high velocity and with a roar of various degrading obscenities the young man painted her defenceless face and breasts with sperm in a series of powerful blasts.

Lira flinched and reeled, completely blinded by thick globs of semen covering her eyelids. Zayeh laughed and was just about to take advantage of the situation when agitated screams echoed from the back of the room.

”The city guard is coming! Run!”